The battle then engaged with cataclysmic violence. The hundreds of Wukong clones charged first, uttering primitive war cries. Their staffs crashed down on the legions of Rakshasas in a symphony of cracking bones and bursting flesh. One could see monster heads exploding under the impacts, spraying jets of black brains.
The clones whirled like golden tops amid the black blood, mowing down entire rows of enemies with each rotation. One clone, particularly agile, infiltrated the heart of the legion and planted its staff in the ground, triggering an explosion that pulverized a thousand demons in a fraction of a second.
